Page 35 of Forgotten Dreams
I roll on the bed, trying to focus on the wall in front of me, before wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Why are you so hot?” He chuckles, and my whole body shivers. “Like seriously, you can’t be that hot.” I close my eyes to get the room to stop moving so fast. Perhaps drinking all that wine was not a good idea.
“Sierra, where are you?” he asks, and I hear covers rustle from his end of the phone.
“I’m home in bed, all by myself,” I tell him, looking down at my current state, me in the white robe I put on after my bath. One pink slipper is still on my foot as I swing my leg and it flies to the side of the room. “I got in bed tonight, and I was so horny, all I could think of was playing with myself while I thought about you. But nothing is helping me.”
“Where were you tonight?” His voice rises a bit, and I can feel it fill with tightness.
“I was with the girls.” I try to get up on my elbow, but then it’s too hard for me. “We were supposed to have book club, but instead, they all came over here and helped me unpack my kitchen. Discussed the book while putting away the dishes and all that, but…”
“But what, baby?” he questions softly, and I groan.
“But all I could talk about was you. And your stupid kisses,” I admit, wishing I could lean over and kiss him. “How good they are, how you are the best kisser in the whole world.” I stop talking, taking a second to focus on making the room stop spinning. “Where were you today?”
“I came home,” he replies, and I sit up in bed.
“Home?” I look around the room. “Home where? I thought you lived here.”
“I came to visit my parents,” he reworks the words. “If you weren’t avoiding me this week, I would have reminded you. Maybe asked you to come with me.”
“I wasn’t avoiding you,” I quickly cut him off, not touching the rest of the sentence. Flopping back down on the bed. “I was busy.”
“Busy avoiding me.”
“Maybe.” I close my eyes. “You’re so hot.”
“So you spoke to your friends about me?” I can hear the smile in his voice. “Did you tell them how crazy you have been driving me?” His voice goes low. “Did you tell them how all I wanted to do all week long was kiss the ever-loving shit out of you?” His words make parts of me, actually not parts, all of me ache for him. “Tell me, baby, what did you tell them about me?”
“I told them that kissing you made me forget everything,” I whisper. “I told them that when I was on top of you, all I wanted was for you to be inside me. I told them?—”
“Enough.” His voice is tight, almost a hiss. “What are you wearing right now?”
“Nothing,” I reveal, looking down at myself, and he moans. “I’m in my white robe. I took a bath before I called you. I tried to?—”
“You tried to what?”
“I tried to. With my toy and—” I groan out in frustration.
“Where is your toy?” he asks, and I move my hand over the bed covers and pick up the purple vibrator I used in the tub. It got me there, but something was missing.
“I have it here,” I tell him, “it’s purple.”
“Tell me what it looks like.”
“It’s smaller than your cock, that’s for sure,” I tell him. “Are you going to show me your cock soon?” I don’t wait for him to answer me. “I would like to see your cock soon.” My voice perks up and I giggle.
“You are lucky I’m here and not at my house, or I’d be at your door right now.”
“That would help very much,” I tell him, “then you could show me your cock. I felt your cock. It’s big.” I giggle. “I bet I can’t take it all in my mouth.”
He moans. “Are you wet?” he asks. “I want you to slide a finger through your pussy lips and check and see if you’re wet.”
“I don’t have to check,” I pant out, “I’m soaking for you.”
“Is that right?”
“Yes,” I hiss.
“Someone sounds like she needs to come,” he teases. “I want you to listen to me.” I pant out. “You are going to do exactly what I tell you to do. Do you understand me?”
